Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.